Текст песни Upheaval - Blood Ritual

blood drips on the cold
cement floor
as you slice their flesh
with precision
dead bodies
once full of life
hang motionless
stripped of their skin

as the blood secretes
from the throats of your victims
and collects in barrels

you feel no guilt
your hands are stained
with the blood of the innocent

your cold heart cares not
for the lives which you have taken
blinded to the horrors
which surround you daily

murderer of the innocent
demon without heart

with your tools
you hollow out their bodies
slicing and saving the bits
and pieces of organs vital to life
the bone, flesh, and blood
a virtual nightmare
in which you partake

this is an altar of sacrifice
which has been built
to self-proclaimed gods

these sacrifices fuel their madness
these sacrifices fuel their insanity